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AnxiousClayton Eshleman

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That in his face was no orgasm but a rabbit, paw caught steel at the base of the tree, which was his face was generous spread to heaven. At night the roots would sneak out for water past the trap in which wrestled his contraries, was my teacher & never knew why his sternness recalled my father as Reich in Freud's

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